The forest haunts me,
I am drawn into it,
the stiff gra** crunches
under my feet,
silent trees shield me
with fragrant, shrouded arms.
I close my eyes,
hear the forest's voice,
it's soft,sad sigh,
the sweet breath on my skin
until
a frantic,beating flies around me,
encircles, encloses,
trying to lift me
with a dozen silver wings.
I run, but swiftly they fly,
up and over my head,
freed from earthly restraints,
leaving me,
alone, yet still reaching,
always reaching up,
a soul calling out
to be captured.